the first soft glow
peeks through
greeting the tops
of the trees
and somehow,
with the slightest bend of light
witnessing this moment
it feels right
to be alive
no matter how hard
the fight.
Words & Music by Kimberly Ray
the first soft glow
peeks through
greeting the tops
of the trees
and somehow,
with the slightest bend of light
witnessing this moment
it feels right
to be alive
no matter how hard
the fight.